Wistoria: Wand And Sword Romance Novels & Stories

I whispered. But Arnold continued mercilessly. “I, Alpha Arnold Reid of the Nightshade Pack…” My vision blurred. “…reject you, Leticia Hales of Frostfall Pack…” The mate bond snapped through my chest like something tearing apart inside me. “…as my Luna.”

Vasilia promised. Warren tore into the open and gunned it toward the stake where Theria was tied. Shadowy hands blocked his path. "Archon, can we still form weapons?" Warren grappled with the wraith-like appendages "It can't be anything fancy, but yes," Archon's voice boomed, "The witch isn't as strong as she appears." It took a moment for Warren to form a jagged blade and slash the hands. An inhuman shriek brought silence to the clearing. Vasilia turned around in time to see Warren dart into the underbrush with Theria.

She shrieked and struggled, her body trying to pull away "No, you can't, I'm married, I….please no" The strong hands held her tight and his thick long cock pressed into her very ready folds. She groaned softly and he growled out "You want it, you called to me to mate, I have to, it's your spell" The dark laughter from his throat sent chills down her spine. He moved until he was fully inside the witch, holding her backside tight to his groin. She whimpered softly and nodded "I did think it, I didn't know though, I thought of you, not a wolf" She gasps softly, her body opened, filled, held onto his cock. He smiles and runs a hand along her back

He called as he slowly pushed the twig. Sisi dodged, still laughing. "You have good reflexes." He said. Then Sisi thrusted her sword to him. Viktor leaped aside and siezed her arms. Sisi dropped her sword intentionally. Their eyes locked together, brown against blue, earth against the sky. Suddenly, blood hummed on Sisi's ears, bursting into her nerves. Her heart hammering on her chest. Her cheeks were now burning red. Viktor's touch was warm and overwhelming.

I sighed, “My parents… they were hit by a magic that caused them to stay still and… they couldn't even move. Then, my future sister-in-law, she's a magician too, said that there must be a leaf and a wand to check who sent this magic. So that he can easily heal my parents and teach the evil wizard a lesson.” "Why not just use the power of your sword?" "Can not. The magic is too strong, that's all we can do.” I lowered my head, I looked closely at the ground I was stepping on. "OK!" suddenly he rose from his slump and looked at me with certainty, “I will help you. But promise me you won't use the power of your sword here." A faint smile I showed to this brave girl, “of course. I promise." Then

Akshara stammered hardly to find words in her throat; her hands were wiping her joy tears and she thought to herself, “Am I in the time loop or time travel? What the hell is happening again?” Did Akshara successfully execute her plans in the witch palace to defeat the malicious black witch, Nicoria Blackfire and her troops of raven wizards led by Igikran? Whether our lovelorn hero Karen deserves a second chance to show his love to the girl he had been waiting since childhood to confess? Did Dev the hybrid dragon wizard reconciled with his bonded mate Akshara with his firm chance of redemption?” Let us meet up in ICICLES OF GOLDEN BLOOD II.

Alastor demanded, hating the way he sounded desperate, even to himself. Winters immediately flushed a lovely bright red at the reminder but otherwise said nothing, trying to button her coat properly with clumsy fingers, eyes still deliberately not meeting his. Somewhere around her fumbling, her gaze landed on her discarded sword, she quickly opened her hand–it was still shaking, damn just how much did he rattled her?–and hurriedly clenched it into a fist while the sword was slowly submerged into a pool of shadows and too-many ghostly hands that made the tiny hairs on the back of Alastor’s neck stand.

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

Sonia smiled at the frustrated wizard. "Very well then" she picked up her sword and plunged it directly into the Alpha's stomach. Valerie who witnessed this screamed watching the wizard fall to the sword of her one time friend. Leo clapped his hands reverencing his new found lover for her act. Valerie could not believe her eyes as the one man who she had come to love was supporting the evil he detested.

Wanda rolled her eyes back theatrically, “Of course...” The Servant shuffled over to the table and picked up a studded wooden paddle which he obsequiously presented to his Mistress. “Well hold this,” Wanda said irritably, holding the bullwhip out. ‘And assume the position.” The Servant took the whip and meekly bent over. Mistress Wanda gave his buttocks one mighty thwack, eliciting a moan that ended with a prolonged ‘Ooh... ‘ “That was a rather camp ebullition,” said Wanda, arching an eyebrow as they exchanged whip and paddle.